Madonna Poem by Patrick Dennis

I see a woman walking in the blue mist
that hangs like a frail mantle across the valley in the winter dawn.
Though she beckons me near, I dare not
for fear her beauty will annihilate my blackened nothing soul.

And yet - oh God - she draws and knits me in
with all - all the sons of Adam and daughters of Eve.
She mothers forth all one frail body - you and me all
and him even who bespoke earth and stars:
head, mind, heart, hair, shank and shin bound in one body

begotten in the woman who travails new life
in the blue mist, in the valley, in the pure winter dawn.